So... I realize that I've become somewhat of an addict when it comes to cloth diapers... I use the term "somewhat" loosely. I think of diapers, I dream of diapers, and when I have some extra money, what do I want to buy? Yep, you guessed it! Diapers.
It's gotten so bad that when it's a non-wash day (I was every other day) I'm kind of disappointed. And when my little guy poops, I don't argue with my husband about whose turn it is to change the diaper like I used to with my other kids in their "sposies". I look forward to poops, so that I can put a new diaper on him and use my cloth wipes.
What has my life become????? ;)